we love bluetooth because when a song randomly plays on the jukebox at a bar where niqui is drinking beer — a song niqui really ought to know who did it — she can hop online and figure out that it’s supertramp, “breakfast in america.”

(niqui ought to have known it because, let’s face it, the guy’s voice is … memorable.)

although — what the fuck is it with people who see me on the laptop in the bar and walk up to me, asking, “is that a blog?” … jesus! okay, yes, it is, but… goddammit.

that’s it. i’m going to pull out the laptop more randomly and less to write down, and blog, random moments, from here on out. you hear that? from here on out i’m fucking pulling out the laptop in bars to, like, calculate pi. motherfuckers!

also: who the hell played supertramp??? especially followed by smashing pumpkins? what are you, schizophrenic?